The Most Spoiled Medical Concubine

This is a very wide yard. The yard is in good order, but when you get inside, you can smell the bad smell coming out.

Song Qingqing's three men had protective clothing, which naturally could not be heard, but fengxichen couldn't. he frowned and tried to suppress the nausea between his heart and mouth.

The woman opened the quilt and showed a face full of pustules. The child could not see the original appearance. Some of the pustules were scratched, and the pus was scabby. It looked terrible and disgusting.

Rao is shangguanrui and Huolong have psychological preparation, but when they see it, they still have uncontrollable retching.

On the contrary, song Qingqing is still calm. She first measured her child's forehead with her hand, and she could feel the frightening heat.

Suddenly the whole child convulsed, and the unknown liquid began to flow out of his mouth and nose.

Seeing the child's pain, the woman cried out.

Song Qingqing rushed to rescue her. He kept pressing her acupoints and other acupoints to make her recover slowly, and then fell into a deep coma.

Feng Xichen asked anxiously, "how is she now?"

Song Qing shook his head and said, "I'm infected with an unknown bacterium. I need to go back to recuperate the medicine to suit the case."

Fengxichen asked again, "are you sure?"

Song Qingning eyebrows: "yes, now you quickly send someone to set up the tent for me, I need to recuperate the medicine as soon as possible, and also give these infected people life."

Feng Xichen looked at her in shock: "do you have a way to renew your life?"

Song Qing nodded: "hurry up, don't grind Ji."

The whole East city is no longer lifeless since their army accounts are set up. Many people who are not sick spontaneously come to help and send the medicine that Song Qing made to the sick people and feed them.

And song Qingqing has been spending all her time studying drugs in the medical account. She refined all the anti-inflammatory drugs and then made them into concentrated pills.

When the pills came out, she gave them to the nearest child for trial. Before the trial, she reminded the anxious woman and said in a dumb voice, "you should be prepared. After this medicine is fed, there will be all kinds of accidents. Can you stand it?"

The woman wiped the tears on her face and said, "I can stand it. This child is here too. If it wasn't for your medicine, she would have been thrown into the dead man's pit in Houshan."

In fact, song Qingqing's life prolonging medicine is just the soup boiled by shenpian. She is trying her best to find a way to hang them in one breath, so as to buy time for her to develop a specific medicine.

Song Qingqing nodded with a dignified face. She had been boiling for two days and two nights, and finally made these pills. Success or failure depends on this. In fact, she has no bottom in her heart. She doesn't know if she can cure the epidemic.

After xiaochunying fed the pills, she fell into a deep sleep.

Song Qing stayed by her side, constantly dealing with her abscess, and smearing the ointment on her.

When it was almost midnight, Xiao Chunying's voice came from her bed. She opened her big eyes and said in a trembling voice: "is there any water? I want to drink water. "

Song Qingqing picked up the warm water that had been prepared for a long time, then scooped it with a spoon and poured it into her mouth little by little.

After a few drinks, Xiao Chunying asked, "sister? Who are you? Where's my mother? Why isn't she with me? "

Song Qingqing reached out and touched her forehead, and found that it was not so hot. Then he said, "your mother has gone to have a rest. She has been guarding you for so many days, and she is very tired."

Xiaochunying's emotion suddenly excited, she anxiously looked at Song Qingqing: "is my mother also infected with the disease? Sister, don't lie to me, do you? "

Song Qingqing shook his head in a hurry: "no, she's OK. She hasn't been infected with the disease. Besides, your sick sister can also cure you. If your sister comes, you will not have another disease in the western regions."

Until many years later, Xiao Chunying deeply remembers song Qingqing's expression. She is so calm and confident, just like the god they believe in, which makes her full of strength in an instant.

"Sister, are you the God of heaven?" Whispering the last sentence, Xiao Chunying fell into a deep sleep again.

Song Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief. The high fever faded first, and there was no adverse reaction, indicating that the medicine was very symptomatic. She quickly called shangguanrui in and said, "hurry to find fengxichen, let him call all the doctors in Kyoto together, and distribute the pills to the people infected with the epidemic."

Shangguanrui took orders to go and soon returned with fengxichen. Because he was worried about song Qingqing, he didn't go too far. After dealing with the affairs in the palace, he would return to the east city for inspection.

The soldiers soon gathered the doctors together, and all the drugs were distributed to the people at dawn.

After the medicine is fed, it's hard to wait, and Xiao Chunying wakes up once except when she wants water to drink. She sleeps all the time.

The woman is full of remorse. She is only very glad that she didn't stay by her side when the child was awake. After that, she stayed by Xiao Chunying's bedside.

There has been good news in the city. After someone took the medicine, the symptoms began to ease and the high fever subsided.

Song continued to devote herself to the second stage of drug production. She increased or decreased the dosage according to the patient's clinical reaction. After the drug was made, she ordered all the doctors to distribute it.

In a twinkling of an eye, five days later, the death that enveloped the whole East city gradually dissipated, because almost all the people who were infected with the disease were very well, unless some seriously ill people died, Rao was so, and fengxichen was grateful.

Song Qingqing gave the pills to Feng Xichen and asked the doctors in his palace to take them to the previously closed town. Anyway, she hoped to save some people.

Ten days later, the outbreak in Kyoto was brought under control, and song also withdrew from his hospital account to return to live in the Imperial Palace in Kyoto.

However, the moment she stepped out of the tent, she saw the people in the east city coming to see her off spontaneously. They all knelt on the ground and cried out, "thank you for saving my life

Song Qing was deeply moved that these people in the western regions were very simple, and each of them was very kind. Although she had been together for only ten days, she could feel the kindness of the people to her.

Xiaochunying ran out of the crowd, with a bowl of goat's milk in her hand. She said in a crisp voice, "sister, this is fresh goat's milk. My mother said that if you drink it, you can be healthy and tall."

Song Qingqing's eyes are sour. She knows how valuable this bowl of goat's milk is in ordinary people's homes, but they give her the most valuable things, which is enough to show their respect for her.